poetry

Ode to the Book ~Pablo Neruda~

When I close a book I open life. I hear faltering cries among harbours. Copper ignots slide down sand-pits to Tocopilla. Night time. Among the islands our ocean throbs with fish, touches the feet, the thighs, the chalk ribs of my...

Are You Real?

Are you real? Do you feel? The emptiness? God won't bless A heart of stone That's all alone In this world Pain unfurled Hear the voice Just no choice

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the...

Baby poem 7

  My love for you has grown and grown,   As you have grown and grown inside my womb,   It’s unconditional and will always be there,   I will always be finding new ways to show you how much I care,   Because you are going to...

Lust

      My eyes dance through the forests   Of people. Whom each are judged by me,   No. No. No. No. Wait, yes I have finally   You in between two willows, you are mine.       I slither towards you, my eyes locked...

Floating

  Floating   My thoughts come in waves   Crashing through my skull,   Beating me up from the inside,   Disorienting and painful       I am a zombie, stumbling   Through my days silently,   Wishing for...

Life

  What is the meaning of a blank page,   On which my ink has yet to corrupt?   If I do not dare write a single word   Will that exempt my pages from   Ever being written on again?       Can others force their ink...